The Dream Master

Shen Luo looked at the speaker coldly, but didn't say anything anymore.

The qualifications of the three of them are not much better than that of Shen Luo. Usually they are only relying on the relationship with Ding Hua. Other talents are so polite to them. At this moment, seeing Shen Luo's look, but also feels very troublesome. How is it?

"What are you doing here?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the side.

Shen Luo turned his head to follow the prestige, and saw a thin young man in a cyan robe with a scorched face, with one hand behind him, walking slowly toward this side with a cold expression.

"Brother Ding..."

When everyone saw this, their expressions were slightly solemn, and they all bowed to them, even Ding Yuan was no exception. It turned out that this person is not someone else, but Ding Hua.

Although he and Ding Yuan are brothers, they are very different in appearance, and their qualifications are also very different.If someone who doesn't know meets, he will never connect them together.

Seeing his inquiries, Shen Luo roughly told the story again, without any dissatisfaction in the words.

"Bet..." Ding Hua's tail dragged extremely long and frowned slightly.

Ding Yuan suddenly dripped cold sweat on his cheeks on the side, with a nervous expression on his face, for fear of being blamed.

Although he is the elder brother, in front of his own brother, let alone putting on the air of a elder brother, he wouldn't dare to say a "brother" in front of him.

"Bai Xiaotian is also boring, bet this with you." Ding Hua finally snorted and said coldly.

Shen Luo's eyes flickered slightly.

This Senior Brother Ding, who was passed on by the master, didn't care about the dispute between him and Ding Yuan at all, and the only thing he cared about was Bai Xiaotian, who was also an inner disciple.

As for these people, including Ding Yuan, they couldn't get into his eyes at all.

Shen Luo thought of this, and after saying goodbye, he turned and left.

He hasn't gone far yet, and vaguely heard Ding Hua's cold voice: "Competing with a waste, you are so ambitious, my face has been lost by you..."

The word "waste" entered his ears, Shen Luo's eyes became colder, but his footsteps did not stop.

He was a registered disciple who could also practice Xiaohua Yang Gong, which was quite unwelcome.

In addition, he is also a "rich man" among his disciples, and the only "big sheep" who relies on yellow and white things to enter the door, so it is understandable that he was slandered behind his back.

But how do they know that what they spend is money, but what they cultivate is not gong, but life.

When it comes to money matters, he is very open. On weekdays, he will always let these seniors take advantage of him from time to time, so in general, his relationship with almost all his disciples is not bad.

However, apart from Bai Xiaotian, the only friend who was really counted as a friend was Tian Tiesheng, who was also under Master Luo.

When I thought that I might not be able to live long, my sinking mood became very bad, and my heart felt a little cold, and my pace couldn't help but move three minutes faster.

From the Jade Emperor Hall all the way down, I met many seniors along the way. When Shen Luo met, they all greeted them one by one, and occasionally made fun of them with people they knew.

In about a quarter of an hour, he arrived at Qingshiping near the Lingguan Palace, where he lived in the quiet room.

However, Shen Luo didn't immediately return to the quiet room, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat leaking from his forehead, turned out of Qingshiping, and walked towards the other side of the horizontal mountain road.

The road to this side is narrower than the other places on the mountain. On weekdays, there are not many people walking, so few people clean it. There are a lot of dead leaves on the road, some of which are already rotten and soft. You can see some single houses on both sides, either made of stone or wood, most of them are very dilapidated.

Shen Luo seemed to be quite familiar with this place. After walking for a long time, he finally saw an old house surrounded by half-person tall weeds sitting on the side of the road.

This old house was obviously abandoned for a long time,

Shen Luo took a few glances at the room, and after nodding, he separated the weeds, walked to the porch, and pushed open the leaking wooden door. Accompanied by a squeaking sound, a damp and moldy smell came on his face.

He turned sideways, covered his nose with one hand, and swept the air with the other.

After getting used to it, he turned his eyes and scanned the room.

The area of ​​the room was small, and it was filled with all kinds of damaged tables and chairs, as well as some worn out brooms and buckets, all piled up in a mess around the corner.

"At this moldy energy, I'm afraid there is... I can't even see it." Shen Luo muttered softly.

Although there was disgust in his words, he did not hesitate to move his hands.

I saw Shen Luo stepping forward, taking down the dilapidated chairs and stools piled on the table one by one, and piled them on the other side of the room after a little tidying.

It took about a quarter of an hour to finally clear most of the waste tables and chairs to the other side.

At this time, the sinking chest was a little ups and downs, and he let out a long sigh as he watched all the tables that had been pressed down reappear.

After Xiaohua Yanggong started, he could feel that his physique was much stronger than before, but after such a toss, he still sweated a lot on his back.

After Shen Luo rested for a while, he walked forward, opened the drawers of the tables, and searched them one by one.

"No..." The first drawer was empty.

"No..." The second one was equally empty.

"No……"

...

After looking through the seven or eight tables, Shen Luo was a little depressed, thinking that he was going to work for nothing, and finally found out.

"Yes!"

The ninth table with only two legs left was broken. When the drawer was opened, a shabby book with a cyan cover was finally revealed.

He worked so hard to clean up these dilapidated tables and chairs, naturally not just to clean the house, but to search for the books left by the former owner.

Except for the basic Taoist classics such as the "Tao De Jing" in the Chunqiu Guan, there are not many books in the collection, and most of them are private collections of teachers and elders, which are very difficult to borrow.

Since he was a child, Shen Luo liked to read all kinds of miscellaneous books and strangers. Later, in order to find a way to save himself, he read a lot of miscellaneous books. The pharmacy at home has a few wonderful medicines. After reading the books, he summarized the pros and cons of each family's classics and prescriptions. Deployed.

In those few years, he developed the habit of turning books at night. The Spring and Autumn Views had been closed for a long time, so he couldn't let his family send books over, so he had to find some books everywhere in the view.

Because I had found some books such as magazine travel notes accidentally from a few places in the deserted empty house before, it was quite useful to him, this time I came to try his luck again, and I did not expect to actually turn it out for him. .

"The Chronicle of Zhang Tianshi's Demon Falling..." Shen Luo held up the somewhat trendy ancient book, carefully examined a few vertical characters on the cover, and read it smoothly.